The whites of her eyes, porcelain.Her voice so ambient as I releaseWe loved her Once.In her mouth, in her mouth.She lives in the peripheral and listens.She kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her nameGlory cuts her face.We are drenched in sin.We are the infinite.Infinite.lost in abstract woundsDrink from abstract woundsThe whispers distract from the cutting.Lost in abstract woundsDrink from abstract woundsThis small sense of pride.This can't be! no stop. NO STOP!Solvents soaked in her blood.Solvents soaked in her blood.